Cumplir un año menos [English translation]

It's my birthday again and on my table will be two plates

even though I know this time you're not coming.

The only gift I want is to turn the calendar around

so these years pass by backwards

I'll turn one year younger and by blowing would give fire

to the candles that you put on the cake

After winter comes autumn, after September comes August

and tomorrow will be a little more yesterday.

Why would I want words, if I no longer sing to you,

why would I want my lips, if I lost your kisses

I don't want my springtimes, if you don't grow your violets

from today, I’ll grow until I was born

We’ll return to the happiest day of our lives

and once again it will be the first time

to my eyes will return every fallen tear

on top of the urgent paper telegram

The news would report that the bullets returned

to those weapons that aimed to kill

The disagreeing voices would come back to life

and with them a little more freedom

Why would I want words, if I no longer sing to you,

why would I want my lips, if I lost your kisses

I don't want my springtimes, if you don't grow your violets

from today, I’ll grow until I was born

And why would I want air, if your breath isn't here

Why would I want my hands, if they don't touch you

I don't want my springtimes, if you don't grow your violets

from today, I’ll grow until I was born

I’ll grow until I was born

from today, I’ll grow until I was born

from today, I’ll grow until I was born